She's not a heavy sleeper, she listens to the night She's a dreamer. She's the keeper of the pointe au baril light And when the lamp is lit she gives her mind to the wind She sits up by the light and plays her violin There's a ring on her finger. It glistens as she plays The light holds her in a warm embrace She thinks of the man who promised her the night Come with me, emmeline, we'll be keepers of the light Emmeline, let your fiddle be a boat And with every note you play you'll be sailing back again To the days when you were young Tune your ear to the wind Play your violin, play your fiddle, emmeline, you'll be sailing Hard to believe it's seven years since he passed on All the children married now, she keeps the light alone So when the lamp is lit she puts her fiddle to her chin Draws strength from the music, takes comfort in the wind The point au baril beacon makes pictures in the dark Every flash a photograph she keeps in her heart Emmeline the mother, the lover, the friend Emmeline the dreamer who plays the violin Emmeline, there's a rumour going 'round They're changing all these lights, they won't need keepers now You've lived out your dream, you're the last of your kind There'll never be another... Emmeline